Chapter 141: Elf Festival! (4)
Rosemary said that she wasn’t an aristocrat from the old times and didn’t see the need to act so lavishly….
But the scenery inside the banquet hall was more luxurious than anything I had seen in Pangrave.
Instead of ordinary lighting, the high ceiling was adorned with all sorts of magical lights resembling the sun.
The floor was covered with soft earth, and trees grew all around, making the walls invisible.
Somehow, a small river was flowing indoors, and among the trees, small animals wandered around, each making their own sounds.
It was like being in a forest. Specifically, a scene reminiscent of the vast forest on the first floor of the Labyrinth, with the banquet in full swing.
How should I put it? It was probably something like a celebration of elves you’d find in an old tale?
It’s obvious, but all of this was being maintained by various kinds of magic and some unknown techniques.
In other words, an enormous amount of gold was being consumed in real time.